After a grueling cardio workout this morning, already uncomfortable and exhausted, I walked into the men’s locker room (I wish I could just use the other one) and to my stout disappointment the first thing I saw was a man bending over with his hairy ass facing straight at me. More often than not, I walk into the locker room with my eyes about chest-level to avoid making eye contact. Making eye contact in a men’s locker room in South Florida isn’t the best idea if you’re straight. Anyway, my sore eyes wished they were looking higher today..